The conversation is stimulating and the wines are the kind that inspire, inspire me to think of my customers, think of the other wines I have in the same category and best of all….they inspire me to swallow.

Imaginative stuff, the wine, the novel, the grotesquely humid night that made the cheese, whiffing stagnant ooze like the inside of a baloney wrapper, with the scent of a finger run down the road just past the small of his back, seem tame.

Have a lovely weekend, everybody.

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